This is going to be short and sweet*, partly because the stims are making me tired, but mainly because I am making myself tired by staying awake all night fretting. Why does everything always seem so much more scary at night?
I’m still riding the wave of good luck I caught at the end of last week. I have to say, I used to think (pardon my Australian) that supplements were a crock of shit. No doctor ever told me to take supplements. They just said carry on eating well and don’t smoke. If you eat a balanced diet, who needs supplements? I thought they were for the Mother Earths of the world, not the Bettys. Well friends, I am going to have to eat those words (yak) because I have to admit the supplements are different this time, and there is no doubting that this cycle, so far, Is Different.
There are now eight (EIGHT!) follicles measuring 12-17mm and four (FOUR!) hovering around 10mm. We appear to have lost lucky number 13, but the rest of them have all grown around 4mm in 2 days. Nice. Real nice.
My lining, which in the past has managed to grow so thick even the consultant couldn’t believe his eyes, is… normal. Sweet. It’s currently a nice, boring, normal 8.3mm. Egg collection is Friday so it has plenty of time to rev up, but even for my body it would be going some to reach +16mm in 4 days.
I have one more scan on Wednesday, then (fingers crossed, please, please, please, please) egg collection will be on Friday.
I braved it and enquired about the general anaesthetic. I saw one of the loveliest nurses I’ve ever met in my life at the clinic today, and she just said not to worry, they were sorting it out and would talk me through it on Wednesday. Both of the people who scanned me on Friday and today had clearly read my notes and knew all about me, as had both the nurses.
This feels weird. Everything is going well. Hell, everything is going SUPERB. I never in my wildest dreams (and my dreams are pretty wild) imagined 8 big follicles growing, 4 smallies that might catch up, no cysts, a normal lining. Dare I say, it even looks like my special-treatment-we-never-do-this general anaesthetic egg collection is going ahead without me having to do chase anything or cry at anyone.
will be is totally different… so far. Yippee!